Prince Hale raised a hand, pulling down his face mask. With his other hand, he took three of her fingers, slowly bowing his head to press a polite kiss to the back of her hand.
As if she had been violated, Claire Sinclair reflexively snatched her hand back.
Even though she knew it was a common foreign custom, she found it hard to accept.
Prince Hale didn't seem to mind her withdrawal. A charming smile graced the corner of his lips. "You look identical to your sister. I almost thought you were her. I miss her so much."
This time, he spoke in English.
Claire Sinclair's English was limited to computer-related vocabulary; her conversational skills were poor, so she could only make out the general meaning.
'So this Prince Hale was also one of my sister's admirers...'
"I'm sorry, but my sister has already been laid to rest. If you want to see her, the only place to go is the cemetery."
"That's a fine idea, actually. Let us go."
Claire was speechless. She wanted to slap herself.
